I’m a fairly low maintenance girl.
I get up in the morning, take a quick shower, use a two-in-one shampoo plus conditioner to save time, hop out, run my fingers through my hair, clip in a barrette, throw on a little eye makeup and I’m out.
The whole process probably takes about 10 minutes, from start to finish.
I need to make five lunches, get people up, dressed, and out the door before I leave at 7:00 am, and so the shower is what takes the hit in the time department.
But on Saturday…
On Saturday, I get a real shower.
It may not happen first thing in the morning, but, at some point, on a Saturday, I take some time, just for me.
I pull together the various and random shower gels, lotions, and creams that I’ve acquired over the years, and I get ready for an experience.
I use actual shampoo.
Separate from the conditioner.
And when I actually get to the conditioner, I let it sit and sit and sit, while I exfoliate and shave and indulge in some steamy aromatherapy.
Saturday showers are ME time.
And, if I turn up the music loud enough, I can almost drown out the sounds of the people pounding on the door yelling, “Mom! You’ve been in there for three minutes already! What’s TAKING so long???”